I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know Praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety And isn't this exactly where you'd like me Oh, and isn't this exactly where you'd like me Well I'm afraid that I Well, I may have faked it and I wouldn't be

There's no mercy on me No crying myself to sleep No mercy on me Nightmares have become my dreams No mercy for me Good morning reality Will I wake we'll never know I'm late for my date with destiny

Yeah I'll always be waiting for you So I look in your direction And on and on from the moment I wake To the moment I sleep I'll be there by your side Just you try and stop me I'll be waiting in line Did she want me to change Well I change for good

Found what I'd lost inside My spirit has been purified Take a thorn from my pride And hand in hand we'll take a walk outside Thank you for the sun the one that shines on everyone Who feels love Now there's a million years between my fantasies & fears I

They'll be so lonely, they could die You still can find some room For broken-hearted lovers To cry there in the gloom Well, they're so lonely Well, since my baby left me Well, I found a new place to dwell Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street At

Them niggas can't go where we go If the money ain't the issue I I don't subscribe If the money ain't the reason Well then the question is why Get money with my people Then we never divide It's for the love and the money Make her love stay real

Here we are talking about forever Both know damn well it's not easy together We've both felt love We've both felt pain I'll take the sunshine over the rain And I'll try to love only you And I'll try my best to be true Oh darling I'll try

Yeah yeah yeah Get it on my wavelength Get it on my wavelength baby Turn it on get it on my wavelength Well there's somethin' on your radio Comin' in like last call Beatin' on my bedroom wall Big beat for y'all

Yeah, it's always better when we're together Well, it's always better when we're together There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere Well, I got a friend who's a man The man who keeps me from the lonely, the only He gives me what I need